I am changing as the world changes. My world kaleidoscopes inward, spiraling smaller and smaller. Some days, it scares me. Some days, I’m content.
Lately, I find little desire to create. The art I made before holds little meaning or the kind of depth this changing requires. Some days that scares me. Some days, I’m content.
What soothed and distracted me before has lost its power. I am left alone with my brain—the labyrinths and dark pits. Some days they scare me. Some days, I’m content.
I need a new banner, a new battle cry, because this—all this—feels like a battle. But more like the battle a chick wages to emerge from her egg shell. Something new is being birthed—in me, in the country, in the world.
I can’t choose between these two:
Never give Up. Never Surrender. —”Galaxy Quest”
Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in ‘t! —William Shakespeare
So, I choose both—the common sourced from silliness and the erudite sourced from genius. Something new will shake out from their pairing, something with flavors of fear and acceptance, I’ll wager.
And I am willing. Still on the Adventure.
SandySue Altered
A Mind Divided 
Jul 24, 2020 @ 14:18:45
I think your work (pictured with this post) is definitely reflective of the time we are living in: a much darker, hard to interpret present that seems to flicker with ancient curses and plagues. Not sure whether that’s what you were going for, but that’s what I see when I look into the dark landscape of your mind.
I think I’m feeling more poetic of late. Everything is dripping with symbolism and over-emotionalism. You are lucky I have alliterated all over you. I hope you feel the gratitude.
Jul 25, 2020 @ 10:16:46
I do, my friend. And I love how everyone interprets art through their own filters and experience. It’s part of the magic.
Jul 24, 2020 @ 15:37:46
That’s my girl. I wonder, dear Sandy Sue, if – on the whole – you’re able to give some weight to the ‘days you’re content’. THAT might help you to swim or trudge through the other sort of days.
But then, even I, with no unsurmountable problems and woes (just the usual crap like being unable to sell our house in France and having the last cent in that project, or getting blind rather sooner than later, etc) find myself quite often in a situation where I wonder: And what now?! I’m of a happy disposition but all the ‘manure’ I read about daily (and mostly in your blessed country) could give the creeps to the strongest person there is.
In any case, hang on in there – you’ll make it If in doubt, go for the rather intellectual route, not necessarily the silly one – yoou need challenges!
Jul 25, 2020 @ 10:04:55
Sometimes the silly route holds blessings, too, if only for relief from the ‘manure.”
Jul 24, 2020 @ 17:45:01
I am really inspired by the “scratched film” quality of these two pages – the unease, the tension is palpable.
Jul 25, 2020 @ 10:02:53
Thanks so much, Marcy. It’s part of an online workshop I’m doing with Orly Averneri.
Jul 25, 2020 @ 04:19:55
Celebrating your bravery and perseverance, Sandy! 💕
Jul 25, 2020 @ 10:02:05
You lift me up, Lori.
Jul 25, 2020 @ 13:01:06
Plow on Friend. Plow on.
Jul 25, 2020 @ 20:12:26
That’s it, isn’t it? Picking up one foot and placing it in front of the next. Over and over. I do feel like an oxen most days.
Jul 26, 2020 @ 05:34:50
You aren’t alone Sandy….